"Karyn!" Jon yelped, as he felt himself fishing around in the bowl before grabbing one of the paper scraps. "This isn't fair, you can't just do this to me!" He withdrew it and, against his will, laid it out on the floor.
Height less thant 5'2"
Karyn tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smirk. "Well, you were the one talking smack about girls," she said. "Geez, the way you talk you'd think it was some kind of torture."
"I said I wouldn't want to be one!" Jon protested. "I didn't say it was bad! And what gives you the right to throw me into someone else's life?" He pulled another scrap from the bowl.
Breasts of at least D-cup
Karyn snickered a bit. "Right, right," she said. "You'd only hate to be turned into a girl or be in any way involved with a girl who had used to be a guy. It'd only be torturous because you're not used to it and not because you have any preexisting biases about what life as a girl is like. Sure. Besides, it's only for a week, jeez. And if it makes you feel any better, I'll be right there with you, having my own out-of-body experience."
Jon reached for the final scrap of paper, wishing he could stop himself, but powerless to do so. "This is going too far, and you know it!" he snapped. As Jon pulled the scrap out his eyes opened even wider realizing that another one attached itself to the one he just took. He hoped that maybe in this case he'll be able to choose which one from those he would prefer hut to his horror his hands on autopilot just laid out both of the scraps.
Waist measurement of 22 inches or less
Hip measurement of 40 inches or more
Karyn blinked. "Well, it seems that the universe really wants you to experience womanhood. You'll have fun trying to walk straight with waist-to-hip ratio like that!"
There was a sudden lurch. Jon blinked...
